Chapter 36
I ONCE MORE OPEN Georgie’s laptop.
I go to Microsoft Word, request a new document.
A blank page comes up.
I push out my chair and stand.
“Would you like to do the honors, Roger?”
The big man is hovering over the laptop.
“You want me to sit down in front of that thing?” he says,
like he’s about to be re-introduced to an old lover who jilted him a long time
ago. And he is.
“You don’t have to do much,” I say. Then I tell him exactly
what to write, as if he doesn’t already get what’s going on by now.
Slowly, almost painfully, he sits down into the chair. He
sets his beer off to the side on the table. Lifting his big beefy hands he sets
them on the keys and I swear I can smell the salt coming from the tears in his
eyes. Tears that at present are staining his beard.
He
